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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.