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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.