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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.