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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.