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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.