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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.