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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.