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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.