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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 808 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.