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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.