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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.