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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.