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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
MC5,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.