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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.