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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.