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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.