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 India and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Human League,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.