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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.