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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.