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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.