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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.