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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.