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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.