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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Smog,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.