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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.