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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.