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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.