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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.