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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.