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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.