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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.