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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.