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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
This Heat,
the Human League,
John Holt,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.