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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.