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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.