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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.