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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Red Krayola to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.