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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.