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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.