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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.