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 Mauritius 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.