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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.