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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.