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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.