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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.