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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.