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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.