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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Technova to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Mars,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.