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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.