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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.