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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.