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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.