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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.