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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
June Days,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.