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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.