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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.