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 Iceland and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.