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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.