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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Organ,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.