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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.