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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.