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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.