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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Magazine,
CMW,
X-101,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.