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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.