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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.