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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.