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 Gambia and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.