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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.