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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.