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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Busters,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.