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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.