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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Pole,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.