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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.