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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.