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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.