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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.