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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Brick,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.