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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.