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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.