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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.