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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.