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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lungfish 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.