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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.