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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Television,
the Human League,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
The Residents,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.