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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.