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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.