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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Index,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.