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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Smog,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.