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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.