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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.