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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.