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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Slave,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.