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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.