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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.