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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.