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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Swans,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.