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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.