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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.