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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.