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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.