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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Little Man,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.