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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.