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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.