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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.