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 Germany and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.