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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Index,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.