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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Slackers,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.