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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.