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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.