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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.