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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.