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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Index,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.