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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.