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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.