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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.