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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Television,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.