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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Niagra,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.