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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.