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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.