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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.