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 Congo 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Cluster,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Index,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.