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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.