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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Smog,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.