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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.