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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.