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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Organ to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.