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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.