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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.