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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.