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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.