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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
EPMD,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.