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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.