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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.