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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.