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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
X-101,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.