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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.