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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.