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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.