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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.