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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Magma,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.