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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.