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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.