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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Swans,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.