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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.