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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.