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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.