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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.