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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.