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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.