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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.