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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.