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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.