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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.