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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.