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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.