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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
PIL,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.