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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.