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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.