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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.