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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Technova,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.