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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Magma,
Can,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Index,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.