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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.