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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.