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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.