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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Brick,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Fear,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.