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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.