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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.