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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.