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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.