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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
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.