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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.