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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.