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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
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.