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 Belarus and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.