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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.