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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.