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 Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.