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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.