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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.