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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.