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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.