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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Pole,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.