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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.