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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.