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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.