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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.