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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
PIL,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.