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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.