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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.