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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.