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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Technova,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.