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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.