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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.