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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.