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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.