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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.