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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.