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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.