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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.