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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.