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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.