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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
AZ,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.