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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.