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 Angola and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.