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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.