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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.