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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.