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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.