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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.