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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.