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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Index,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.