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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.