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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
World's Most,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.