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 Bolivia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.