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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.