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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.