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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.