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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Television,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.