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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.