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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.