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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
The Move,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.