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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.