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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.