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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.