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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.