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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
June Days,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.