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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.