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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Monks,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.