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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Crime,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.