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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.