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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.