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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.