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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.