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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.