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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.