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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
CMW,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Fear,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.