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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Swans,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.