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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.