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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.