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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Erasure,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.