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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.