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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.