Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.