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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Television,
Q65,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.