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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.