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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.