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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.