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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Echospace,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.