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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
MDC,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.