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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.