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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Faust,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.