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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Organ,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.