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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.