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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Slave,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.