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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.