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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.