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 India and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.