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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.