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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.