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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.