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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.