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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.