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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.