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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.