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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.