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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.