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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.