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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.