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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.