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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.