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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.