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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.