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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.