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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.