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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Q65,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.