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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.