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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.