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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
John Cale,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.