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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Hoover,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.