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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Magma,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.