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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.