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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.