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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.