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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.