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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.