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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Magma,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.