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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.