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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Index,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.