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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.