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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.