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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.