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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.