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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.