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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.