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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.