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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 UT 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Television,
Brick,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.