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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.