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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.