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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
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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.