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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Inner City,
ABC,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.