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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.