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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.