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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.