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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Magma,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.