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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Visage,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.