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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.