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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.