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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.