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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.