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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.