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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.