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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Erasure,
AZ,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.