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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 June Days 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.