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 China and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
CMW,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.