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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.