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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.