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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.