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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
UT,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Magazine,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.