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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.