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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.