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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Crime,
Slave,
Pole,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.