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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.