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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.