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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.