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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.