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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.