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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.