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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.