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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.