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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.