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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.