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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Television,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.