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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
ABC,
June Days,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.