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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
PIL,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.