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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Can,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.