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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
MDC,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Can,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.