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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.