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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.