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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.