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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.