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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.