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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.