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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.