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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.