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 France and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.