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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.