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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.