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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Brick,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.