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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.