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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.