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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.