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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.