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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.