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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 808 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
New Order,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.