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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.