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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.