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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.