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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.