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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.