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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
AZ,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.