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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Saints to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.