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 Iraq 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Index,
Smog,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.