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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.