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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.