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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.