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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.