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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.