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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.