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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.