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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.