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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.