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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Names to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.