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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Visage,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.