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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.