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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.