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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.