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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Japan,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.