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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.