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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.