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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.