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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Fear,
Smog,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.