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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
UT,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.