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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
PIL,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.