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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.