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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.