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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.