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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Brick,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.