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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 the Normal to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.