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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Smog,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.