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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.