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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.