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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.