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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.