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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.