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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.