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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.