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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Pole,
Main Source,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.