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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.