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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Index,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.