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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.