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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.