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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.