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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.