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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
X-101,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.