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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.