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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Television,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Can,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.