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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.