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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.