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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.