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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.