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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Wire,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Index,
the Association,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.