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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Cluster,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Magma,
Arcadia,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.