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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.