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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Visage,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.