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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Magma,
MC5,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.