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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.