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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.