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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 OOIOO 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.