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 Angola 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.