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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.