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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.