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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.