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 San Marino 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
MDC,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Nas,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.