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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.