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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.