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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.