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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.