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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 marimba 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 PIL to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Can,
Nico,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Crime,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.