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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.