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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.