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 Turkmenistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Roxette,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.