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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.