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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.