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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.