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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.