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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.