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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.