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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.