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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Pole,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.