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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.