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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.