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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.