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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.