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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.