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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.