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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.