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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.