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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.