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 Niger 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Faust,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Index,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.