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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.