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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.