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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.