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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.