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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Television,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.