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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.