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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Swans,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.