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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.