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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.