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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Deakin,
X-101,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.