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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.