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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.