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 France and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.