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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.