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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.