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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.