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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.