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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.