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 Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.