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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.