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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.