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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.