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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.