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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Saints 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.