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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.