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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.