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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.