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 Spain 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
DNA,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.