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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.