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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.