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 France 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Wings,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.