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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 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 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.