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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.