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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.