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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
The Fall,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.