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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.