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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.