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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.