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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.