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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.