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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.