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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Technova to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Magma,
Gong,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.