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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 808 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.