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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Monks,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.