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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.