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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.