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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.