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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.