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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.