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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.