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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.