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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.