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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.