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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.