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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.