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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.