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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.