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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
June Days,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.