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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Nas,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.