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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.