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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.