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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.