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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.